FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 37 "Dining"

*Nizami's Ibban

Banyuwangi.

As I promised earlier, Miss Rubia asked me to come eat with her and Mr. Faith, and I said that. Since I still have an afternoon teaching schedule, I propose that the show be replaced at night. Rubia said it after talking to Mr. Iman.

I understand the reason Mr. Iman took Rubia's mother to eat. It's just that I pretended not to interfere in their affairs. Since I know the different movements of Mr. Iman to Mbak Rubia, I reduced the distance with Mbak Rubia. However, so far our friendship is no different from before.

Once twice Rubia still gave me lunch. I told him not to treat me that way. It is better to achieve success in friendship. However, it turns out that Rubia also gave the lunch box to Mr. Iman who often gave him snacks. Now Rubia chose to ask permission first before bringing me provisions. Moreover, lately mom treated me spoiled like her daughter.

I'm waiting at the security guard post. I called Rubia's mom.

"Bu Bia, I'm at the security guard post. Magriban if not."

"It's me and Mr. Faith just finished, sir. Wait a minute." Directly closed.

"Ngedate both, Mas?"

"Wooling."

I put the phone in my pocket.

"Where was the theft of the motorbike yesterday?"

"Reporting out, Mom."

"So the police came here? Really?"

"Yes, Mas. The chronology of the incident has been recorded clearly on CCTV. It's been brought by them as proof."

"I heard it wasn't a student here, but disguised."

"Video is already being shared. The predominant comment is that he is not a student of this campus."

"Good then."

"Assalamu'alaikum?" The voice came from behind me.

Mr. Iman hit the guard's shoulder.

"Come, come with us."

The guard looked up. "We who do you mean?"

"Me, Miss Rubia, and Mas Nizam."

"Lhah. I guess both." The guard was snarling.

"Monggo, Mr. Ibban." Rubia's mom showed up.

Look, then ask, "Where is Mr Faith?"

I move my chin.

Rubia's mother bows her head into the post. "Sir, let's go now. Night hunt. Not yet in line for the order."

The security guard said, "Yes. The next barrel is a very rhythm at this hour. Mending find another more romantic place."

"Not going out, Mr. Mun," Rubia said as he passed.

The tongkrongan student cafe.

"I'm the one who ordered." Rubia's mother offered.

He preceded my steps and Mr. Faith without asking what food we both wanted to enjoy.

"She knows what our food is?"

I'm shaking.

A few minutes in line, Rubia is back.

"I forgot." She laughs. "Sir Iman and Mr Ibban what message, huh? I played nyelonong."

Me and Mr. Faith took a seat in front of the entrance. There are two empty seats. Mr. Faith pulled another chair from the empty table to the right of this place.

Mr. Faith holds the menu list. Rubia brought a paper ready to write her order.

"It's cheap."

"Sir, cook here and there and buy a pock?" ask Rubia.

Mr. Faith looked. "Why is it?"

"Change the menu dong, sir. French fries or something."

"OKAY. One fries. Blue ice one. Enough." Then, hold the phone.

"The end of the chicken is thick," he said, writing. Then, look at me.

"I'm up to it. Just as rich as Rubia's mother."

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah." Take cellphone.

Mr. Rubia asked for a list of menus in the hands of Mr. Iman. He's coming towards me. His finger pointed at two words from above.

"I've never tried. May. Spicy level."

"Not keeping your voice, sir?"

"Loss."

Rubia smiled.

"The drink is warm. Oranges."

"Snack." He wrote.

"In a moment, yeah." He looked at us who were already focused on the mobile phone screen.

Music players occupy the pulpit provided. They turned one song into a type of acoustic music. The romance of the lyrics of the song was very pronounced since its intrinsics. I don't feel my lips mimicking it silently. Unfortunately, I don't memorize the lyrics. Googling briefly searched for a song I didn't know what it was.

"What's the title, Mas?"

"Emboh (don't know). Less popular in my ears, Mas."

Some of the lyrics to the song I wrote as the keywoard search. The lyrics appear. Half the song left. I imitated it to the end.

"Mas, Mas, Ma'am, please join. Sing with us. These three brothers will accompany your golden voice. Come, please!"

Rubia's mom sits down. "Maybe fifteen more minutes just ripe."

Without thinking, I stood up.

"Ooo that's the Masnya. Please, please!"

Almost all heads are turned. Those who were as great students finally cheered. I happen to have a student I'm holding. I looked around, they were third-semester students. Some then raised their hands to give encouragement. The thunderous applause enlivened the atmosphere of this cafe.

I took the microphone in the hands of the previous singer, the female. I'm welcome to sit down. I whispered to three of his music players. I'm going to sing the acoustic version of Maher Zain's "For The Rest of My Life.

Music played. Guitarists who start picking. Sequential violinis. Once again the cafe visitors raised their hands. Clapping a pair of palms. I stared at her face at the end of the door. Rubia's Lips are glazed, similar to the beautiful lotus flower buds. But, Mbak Ala's face flashed in my eyes. He rejected my call to taarufan. I don't know what the real reason is.

Rubia raised her fist. I returned it with a smile. One first verse I sing. The song must involve deep emotions and feelings in order to reach the listener. I closed my eyes. Enjoy lyrics for lyrics. Then, I opened it when I recorded the song's reff.

The woman at the door was dumbfounded. Longer and longer he used both his hands to support his chin. He closed his eyes. Almost a few visitors accidentally put a spoon, close their eyes with their mouths while mimicking the tone and lyrics. One song ended with more applause.

One student raised her hand. He said, "Sir, can you ask?" He's already excited.

"Yes monggo!"

"Love is amazing, sir." She smiles. Sit back.

"One great love song" I said.

Food came to my desk. I continued the intro that just came in. As almost all of them memorized the lyrics of the song, the atmosphere of this cafe turned into a concert hall. Festive. They sang it with me. Raise your hand and move it to the left right. The one sitting with her lover slowly resuscitated her head on her shoulders, gluing her hands together. Then Rubia's mom over there stood up. Take a short distance to take a video. As long as this song is still sung, eating and drinking activities are abandoned.

"Take songs from ordinary people. But my love for you is amazing.